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the world, thinking the world would bow down to her or
something. She had been pleased just because the price going
up would give her more money to spend on herself, up in
St. Louis or some place. Well-—and it gave him a moment of
righteous satisfaction—the German and French and English
buyers and the big companies wouldn't bow down to her. Or
to God Almighty, for that matter.

" Anyway," she went on, now looking out the window, " I'll
be here to see it all happen. I'm going to stay now and run
the house for papa,"

" Oh," he said.

Mr. Christian came in, shoving the door shut behind him
with the heel of his boot. He carried his coat, tie, and collar
in one hand, and in the other the dirty towel. " Well," he
remarked, " I'll be with you soon as I get my collar on." He
flung the coat and towel to the bed, and went to the bureau,
where, with legs wide apart, as though for a strenuous en-
deavour, he braced himself before the mirror. Between grunts,
as he tightened the collar around the big shaft of his neck, he
demanded, " What she been telling you?"

Mr. Munn thought that he detected in the daughter's
eyes a warning. Perhaps, even, she shook her head ever so
slightly. " That she's come home to keep house for you," he
replied.

"And that's a factl" Mr. Christian exclaimed, wheeling
from the mirror, the ends of his collar popping up, his big
face glowing with sudden pleasure at the thought. "Ain't it a
fact, Sukie?"

She nodded at him.

He's certainly crazy about her, Mr. Munn remarked to
himself, making the discovery with surprise. But, then, she
was all human he had, his wife dead all these years and little
Bill shot with a shotgun out hunting. Not that he had ever
thought of Mr. Bill as needing anything human, not with his
six hundred acres of land and his horses and tobacco and the
eternal bird dogs and coon dogs.

Struggling before the mirror, Mr. Christian kept repeating,